Then Suzanne was there. Turns out she had been tailing me that morning. To hear her tell what happened is to be bored to pieces.

She had been watching the warehouse all day. Fell asleep in her car. Heard gun shots, waited until she thought the coast was clear, came in and drug my almost dead body back up the hill to her place where she took care of my wound.

I’d like to cry bullshit so many times while reading that paragraph that the amount of bullshits would be more words than I just wrote. Seriously. She won’t tell me more. To be honest I’m not going to push her, she has been a mystery for the last few years. A mystery that has now directly saved my life twice, and allowed my life to be saved a few more times beyond that.

Still I’m getting fed up with her ignoring my questions, giving me more coffee and telling me to rest. I have no clue how she fits into all this. All I know is I’m grateful for her so I’m not going to reveal any of her details until she tells me I can.

I’ve been recovering this week in a place she has put me to keep me safe. I’m hoping she lets me go soon but at least I’m online again. I have no clue what I’m going to do once I can get up and around.

Any suggestions?